Why being an extroverted introvert is just the worst









3) You find yourself unable to sympathize with anyone.




7) You don’t understand today’s rap lyrics.



10) Your life is Chandler Bing, period.



Oh, life. How you tease me.


Yours truly,


Oh My Gosh, You Guys, How Long Have I Been Away?

No, seriously, how long has it been?

I feel terrible.  The last time you heard from me, I think I was talking about how as soon as school got back into the swing of things, I’d start having a regular schedule where I could post more.

Ahh, the days when I was filled with naive hope for my senior year schedule.  Stupid college, making me actually work hard.

Well, things have finally gotten back into the swing of things (sort of). And now the semester is half-over.  Let me give you a summary of how things went these last nine(ish) weeks:

Week 1: Friends have returned. After two weeks of living in a smelly conference room with grown men and women who care too much about the fluffiness of residential curriculum (Gahh, why do I even know what that means?!?!) I feel like I can finally remember what having a social life feels like…And begin to mourn the fact that I don’t have one.

Week 2:  Hold up, hold up–let’s go back to week 1–you want me to do what?  How the heck am I supposed to run my job, go to school, AND pretend to like people, all at the same time?  Uh-huh.  This is gonna take more than seven days.

Weeks 3-5:  You know, I really should start working on that senior thesis and research project.  New seasons of The Big Bang Theory and Once Upon A TIme haven’t even started yet.  Nah.

Week 6:  Holy crap, I forgot that homework exists.

Week 7: One. Glorious. Week.  I never thought it would be possible to actually be ahead of schedule.  So this is what bliss feels like.

Week 8: I should be doing homework and staying on top of things, but it’s alright, I have a full four day weekend to get things–baby?  What?  You’re having a baby?  OMG I WILL DO NOTHING AND SIT IN YOUR HOSPITAL ROOM AND DRINK COFFEE AND COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW EXHAUSTED I AM WHILE YOU TRY TO FOCUS LONG ENOUGH TO EAT LUNCH ON YOUR 20 MINUTES OF SLEEP YOU’VE GOTTEN IN THE LAST 48 HOURS.

Week 9:  I decide to blog at 1 a.m.

So, as you can see, things have been a bit crazy (and my tendency to procrastinate gets the partial blame).  But, there has obviously been no clear-cut routine yet this year (I should’ve known better–why do I always assume I can live my old-lady hermit lifestyle in the middle of campus?), so subsequently, my poor blog has been neglected.

I’m sorry. I’m a terrible person.

However, on brighter news, I know also write for the school newspaper (completely pointless opinion articles that I’m pretty sure only my friends read.)  Funny cautionary tale, however:  I asked my editor why my picture (which I’d taken earlier this semester) was still not being used for my articles, so he investigated and got the darn thing tied with my articles.  Unfortunately, it’s not a very flattering photo, so now it just looks like a very human-like penguin is writing for the school newspaper.

Honestly, if a real penguin was writing opinion articles, I’d totally read them.

Other than that (and some personal details which shall remain untold)  you didn’t miss much.  Ironically, though I think I said I probably wouldn’t do Fridays again for my weekly posts once I got into the semester, I’m thinking Fridays might be the best bet.  I’ll go ahead and say here that I’m going to make an effort to write every Friday.  No promises, though.  Since I’m already a terrible person, why ruin it now?

Cross your fingers.

Yours truly,